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<DIV><FONT size=2>Due to a fibro flare, getting to sleep tonight was
difficult. While I was waiting for the pain & muscle
relaxer pills to take effect, I read one of Sue Henry's mysteries.
At 2 AM, I brought Lyra inside so she wouldn't wake up the
neighborhood.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2>Then at 2:15 AM, I heard the strangest noise coming from the
yard. It sounded like a banshee howling. I got up, put shoes on,
gathered a dog lead, a flashlight and my cane and went outside to see who (among
the Sibes) was being chewed on or what was making all the racket.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2>I walked outside to hear the howl again followed by Lyra's bay
inside the cabin. I walked down the embankment and under the trees and
then up the hill where I saw the Sibes gathered. Lion was the howlee as he
and the other Sibes jumped up and circled something in the trees.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2>When I got there, I shined the light up into the tree and
discovered a possum clinging to a branch with six very eager Sibes dancing
beneath him. By then Sandy (my best friend who lives in a
cabin in the same yard - the Sibes in question are hers) was awake and
her Jacks were outside barking along with Pepper and Lyra baying from the
cabin.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2>I hollered at Sandy to put her Jacks back in the house fearful
that they might decide to 'help' the Sibes with their catch and get hurt.
She couldn't hear me over the noise that the dogs were making so I hurried back
to the cabin. Then she got her dogs inside and came
back outside.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2>I started up the split rail step, lost my balance and plopped
down on the ground - twisting my left ankle - which I now have wrapped with an
ace bandage with some ice on it to keep the swelling down. Sandy walked
down to where I was sitting on the gravel and offered to help me get up...I told
her to wait until the pain was bearable before I handed her the flashlight and
let her help me to my feet and over the top of the split rail.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2>All is quiet now...don't know if the Sibes managed to get the
possum or not...don't care either...just glad that Lion isn't screaming like a
banshee!</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2>I've taken another pain pill and will go to bed shortly once
my adrenaline has subsided :)</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT color=#000000 size=2>Kathleen</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT color=#000000 size=2>The Mountain Wolf Den (</FONT><A
href="http://www.mountainwolfden.com"><FONT color=#000000
size=2>www.mountainwolfden.com</FONT></A><FONT color=#000000 size=2>)<BR>"Right
now I'm having amnesia and deja vu at the same time. I think I've
forgotten this before."<BR>Proverbs: If everything seems to be going well, you
have obviously overlooked something.</FONT></DIV></BODY></HTML>